Waiting was something that Kazbiel was terrible at. Something that should be easy to maintain but he got impatient a lot, and it drove to many destructive notions. The black jaguar shook his head clearly hearing his own sister’s voice as clear as daylight, something that he was going to miss dearly that constant voice that warned him from doing dangerous or equally stupid things. His tail waved back and forth showing his impatience, but his stance was still grounded and he would wait if needed be, he just hoped someone would hurry up. Especially when there are new people on the territory, surely it should bring some kind interest but he hoped not a crowd.
Ah that pact, they were young and fairly stupid in their own regard of how dangerous or how very wrong that pact could ended for either of them. Kazbiel was pleased that the pact went smoothly as it did, even convincing his very young sister at the time to do a blood pact, of which without knowing that any kind of injuries depending on how life threatening it was could put either of them at risk, again he didn’t think of the risks, he thought it was something that was cool, of which ninety nine point nine percent of his experiments ranging with magic, they were cool to do hence his carelessness, and why Andromeda cared way more than he did.
“ I wasn’t been held down by you,” came the audible pout, and yet his features were stony as ever. Collectively Kazbiel’s expressions were single down as one expression only complete and honest resting bitch face. Only on very few occasions were the black jaguar would crack a grin, and that grin alone was out of nightmares. Clear and honest nightmares, the darkest nightmares coming from the darkest parts of a person’s mind. “ Swear it. Swear it on the pact and on the gods you serve.”
Though his words were light and muttered, as if the words he spoke himself held no weight themselves. Usually words held character, or told one about a person, and yet Kazbiel’s own spoken words felt cold and lifeless as death itself.
Ah that pact, they were young and fairly stupid in their own regard of how dangerous or how very wrong that pact could ended for either of them. Kazbiel was pleased that the pact went smoothly as it did, even convincing his very young sister at the time to do a blood pact, of which without knowing that any kind of injuries depending on how life threatening it was could put either of them at risk, again he didn’t think of the risks, he thought it was something that was cool, of which ninety nine point nine percent of his experiments ranging with magic, they were cool to do hence his carelessness, and why Andromeda cared way more than he did.
“ I wasn’t been held down by you,” came the audible pout, and yet his features were stony as ever. Collectively Kazbiel’s expressions were single down as one expression only complete and honest resting bitch face. Only on very few occasions were the black jaguar would crack a grin, and that grin alone was out of nightmares. Clear and honest nightmares, the darkest nightmares coming from the darkest parts of a person’s mind. “ Swear it. Swear it on the pact and on the gods you serve.”
Though his words were light and muttered, as if the words he spoke himself held no weight themselves. Usually words held character, or told one about a person, and yet Kazbiel’s own spoken words felt cold and lifeless as death itself.